“Restless Mind” by Trevor Witt
Part 1
Resignation, fear, and doubt seep into my well of imagination.
They poison my bastion of creativity and lead to procrastination.
Putting off planting seeds,
Ignoring the ripe fruit on nearby trees,
I suffer needlessly.
Missing the moment,
I grasp at clouds.
Missing the miracle,
I chase after ghosts.
The past wraps me in chains,
As I struggle to define my future.
Obsessing over indecision,
Is the result of my imprecise precision,
And so I give in to self-derision.
Part 2
The collapse of the anarchistic crowd in my mind
Enables me to engage once again,
With aptitude and focus,
My precious present.
I have zero expectations and act without reservation.
My approach is cautious, but not fearful.
My strategy flows forth like a river.
My Zen meditation.
My nostalgia is dulled, though my memory remains,
My reflexes spring into action, and each act is as natural as rain.
“Let It Go” by Trevor Witt
Let it go,
Another eight hours of your life,
Working at a job which you hate.
Let it go,
Sleepless nights worrying about “the one”,
And wondering if you are where you should be.
Let it go,
Attachment to money, addiction to coffee.
Let it go,
The need to know.
“I Am The Zero” by Trevor Witt
Released from inhibition
By inebriation, intoxication,
The mind is free to worship as it pleases,
Or to cry out in angst.
The shackles are shattered,
Broken by the elixir,
Of pain and joy and clarity,
Amplified by wine and caffeine,
And empowered by selfish solitude and selfless emptiness.
I am a vessel for the creative demons of insight, self-judgement, and self-realization.
I am a tool for the emptiness to manifest.
I am the beginning, the bottom rung, the foundation of the building.
I am the zero.
I am the quiet.
I am the night.
I am the ambiguity in the dawn.
I am the possibility of achievement, of failure.
I am the stillness before the storm.
I am the instant before change.
I am naivety and I am shame.
I am creativity and monotony.
I am the zero.
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